User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Mossflower Country & Beyond/@comment-2246928-20140815192251/@comment-26024035-20160428211856

The otter touched the side of his snout with a paw and winked. "'Course, Father. Ole Friar Thorellio'll stuff th' Sarn't so much 'e'll regret askin', paur beast." Casting one last glance over the hare, who was glancing curiously about the grounds and tapping his belt, Talbun hurried off.

Thornberry sniffed. "Bless'd odd chaps, those otters. Nevah c'd stand 'em m'self, wot. Gimme one of me own any day of th' bloomin' week."